Don't mess with the second lady

Chapter 3

As soon as she spoke, Yue Wuyuan trembled violently, she, is she... robbing?
Robbery!

These two words completely broke the dignified prime minister. It would be fine if he used force on him, anyway, his charm is too great for people to control, but she is... unexpectedly robbery!

The prime minister was angry, and stared at Yan Qianqiu fiercely.

"What are you looking at! Girl, I'm beautiful, but you have to pay for it. Just take a look at 100 million, and now you owe me a hundred! Hurry up and get the money!"

Putting down his harsh words, Yan Qianqiu set her eyes on a brocade bag hanging around his neck. The brocade bag was not very delicate and looked quite old, but for some reason, she just felt that it must be valuable.

As if noticing her fiery gaze, Yue Wuyuan's already pale face lost even a trace of color, and he stammered for the first time: "This, this... is worthless."

"It's worthless? Am I an idiot when I'm a sister? It's not worth it, you hang it around your neck like a baby?" Yan Qianqiu said again, and quickly tore off the kit with the other hand and stuffed it into his bosom, regardless of what was in it. what is it.

Yue Wuyuan clenched his fists tightly, trembling slightly, but finally let go of his hands slowly, but there was a cold killing intent in Yan Qianqiu's eyes.

It's a pity that Yan Qianqiu, who was born as a spy, has already passed the age of being intimidated, and he didn't let his killing intent in his eyes at all. His pupils constricted for a while, and he pinched his throat with one hand, and the knife in the other hand fell firmly on the ground. on his neck.

Before Yue Wuyuan fainted, he only saw that breathtakingly beautiful face gradually enlarged in front of his eyes. Those eyebrows, those eyes, have been firmly engraved in his heart ever since.

The beautiful man in front of him fell down, Yan Qianqiu didn't feel sorry for him at all, he groped for a while with hands and feet, and took out a lot of colorful things in a blink of an eye.

Yan Qianqiu carefully inspected his trophies, a money bag, which looked bulging, a jade wrench with patterns engraved on it, which seemed to be of good quality, and a gold medal with the word "kill" engraved on it, a The lavender jade pendant is embroidered with dragon patterns, and there is also a folding fan. Although the fan is not worth much, the ink and wash landscape painted on the fan has a special artistic conception. Yan Qianqiu liked it when she saw it, so she stayed happily up.

Yan Qianqiu was quite satisfied with the result. He took off his water-blue thick clothes and put on a gray robe. He tied his hair behind his ears as the ancients did, and held a folding fan in front of the bronze mirror. The image of a graceful and handsome man is presented.

She knelt down and glanced at Yue Wuyuan, with such a pretty face, she wouldn't mind playing with him normally, but unfortunately, my sister is not free right now!
A smirk flashed across Yan Qianqiu's face, he took the rouge from the table and smeared it on his face, muttering in his mouth: "There is a way to steal, so let's keep it as a souvenir."

Yan Qianqiu patted the rouge on her hands, stood up, and opened the door carefully. There was no one in the corridor, so she carefully opened the door and went out.

Overnight, the entire Zhenhe City was covered with a layer of silver, and the first ray of morning light fell, making the entire capital faintly glow with silvery white light.

Yue Wuyuan opened his eyes and saw a dazzling white outside the open window, his back was aching, he couldn't remember the last time he slept on such a hard bed, bed?

He was startled, and then he remembered what happened last night, everything seemed too incredible.

With a low curse, he stood up, strode to the door, opened it, and called out, "Lian Cheng!"

At the end of the corridor, a man in a blue gown came over. He had a rough figure and exuded a sense of pride.He hiccupped and breathed out the smell of alcohol before he staggered towards this side. When he got close, he raised his eyes and immediately couldn't help laughing, "Haha, Mr. Prime Minister, your face ..."

Yue Wuyuan's face turned dark, and he raised his hand to touch his own face, his fingertips were stained with red, "Damn it!" He growled, turned around and walked into the room, walked to the bronze mirror to take a picture, the whole face It suddenly turned into a liver color.

On his face, two big characters "beauty and man" were actually painted with rouge.

That woman, how dare she!
"Haha... Lord Prime Minister, since when did you have this hobby? Haha..." The man in Tsing Yi was out of breath laughing, and didn't notice Yue Wuyuan's increasingly ugly face.

"Lian Cheng, if you laugh again, I will make it impossible for you to laugh again in your life."

When Yue Wuyuan said this, his voice was not loud, but the chill in that voice made Lian Cheng stop laughing instantly, he knew that the Prime Minister was really angry.However, he was also very curious as to who actually dared to do something to the prime minister.

"Lian Cheng, you dereliction of duty last night." Simple words, without the slightest emotion, Yue Wuyuan didn't even look at Lian Cheng when he spoke.

Lian Cheng fell silent, and slapped himself on the chest. His throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, "This subordinate knows his mistake. This subordinate left his post without permission after being greedy for a while. This subordinate thought it was just a woman and was careless." Let the master be insulted, this subordinate swears, if this subordinate commits the crime again, this subordinate is willing to show his head."

Thinking about it now, Lian Cheng is also a little scared. He can't imagine what kind of state he would be in now if that person had ruthlessly attacked his master last night. If something happened to his master, he would not be able to pay for a hundred lives. .

"Go to General Yan's daughter, I want to know everything about her!"

Yue Wuyuan didn't look at the blood at the corner of Lian Cheng's mouth, but raised his hand and wiped off the rouge on his face. His movements were very slow, very slow, as if he wanted to engrave this debt in his memory bit by bit.

"Yes." Lian Cheng replied, the heroic man turned around and left the door without any complaints on his face.

Sunset West Mountain, east of the city, Yingjun Inn.

Yan Qianqiu hasn't slept so long for a long time, and when she wakes up, it's already night time.Perhaps it was because of the repeated pain in her head that she was tired, and she had slept for so long in one sleep.

But fortunately, the headache is not in vain, at least every headache allows her to obtain the original memory of the body owner.

(End of this chapter)